The Landing

A Brief Paranormal Thriller: Ever wonder what's happening outside an airplane when everything goes wrong?

I stood on the road in front of our motel carefully scanning the sky. Dressed: boots and coat, and was holding the backpack I'd been using as carry on luggage in the truck. Most of my clothes were in a bigger bag in the room. I went through the pockets and the main compartment to see what I had. My wallet as expected but I also had my gun and my Kim Cross passport. Our real ID had been well hidden since we were traveling as John and Rachel. A couple of changes of clothes and my toiletries. A felt pen?

I must still be dreaming. There was no way I could have dug around to find my gun and Kim ID and gotten dressed and out the door without waking Ray. It was starting to snow hard when Ray and I turned in but the sky was clearing now and I could make out the stars in patches. The remaining clouds didn't bother me. What I was hunting was high above them. They wouldn't cause me any problems at all. I went back to scanning the sky.